• flower enthusiast rose knightley • (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} flowercrown) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco, |
Her chin wobbled, even Axe's soothing words unable to stop her spinning thoughts. How could he not be? They were--- this was the end, that was what happened when a relationship died. Their life, together, was over, it didn't--- there wasn't--- she did, she did want to stay here with him, this house was filled with happy memories, happy times that went compared to a bleaker future made her so sad it was unbearable to endure.
"But you are," Rose mumbled meekly, her eyes tearing from his. "This is--- a break up, we are breaking up, aren't we? I--"
Her hands went to his chest, and in an effort to compose herself, she stared hard at it. Her lips turned up at his familiar response to all things that teasingly displeased him, and they pressed together as her legs shifted beneath her. Rose did not want to try, she knew how Axe did not like her tears, but it was hard not to in the face of... all that she wished she could change.
"I do, don't say that," she murmured, watching has her fingers curled further to grip his front. How could he say that? Rose had always loved to come home and find him here, looked forward to crawling into bed with him, needed it, actually, telling him everything, sharing everything with him because he truly was--- he truly meant---
"Take the cats," she relented, her voice surprisingly tender. It was not a serious suggestion, but one that she nonetheless couldn't go out without stating. Rose moved to press her forehead to his shoulder, leaning a great weight into him.
"They like you better."